Day 15: Your Childhood.
My childhood was really a mishmash. On one hand, I had a step-father who abused me mentally, physically and otherwise, and on the other, I also had a loving mother who was there for me. The only things I held against my mother was staying with a man who she knew abused her children and for lying to me about my identity until I was 11. Those two things have caused me a lot of problems even as an adult. My mother, otherwise, was like my best friend, and I told her just about everything.
I come from a big family; so, I spent a lot of time with cousins, but my best childhood memories involve my grandma. My mom had me when she was 17, and my grandma helped raise me until my mother moved out of her house for good. Even after, I'd spend weekends with Grandma often. She was like a second mother to me, and I was devastated when she died when I was 15.
As far as grade school is concerned, I was a highly intelligent child but a little weird for most kids. I was very social, and I wanted people to like me. I used humor as a defense mechanism. A lot of people considered me to be obnoxious and made fun of me. I was a very sensitive child and cried easily when the weight of the world fell down on me, and my third grade teacher mocked me and encouraged my class to do the same. I was often told I was pretty, but not likable by boys because I was too weird. But despite all of that, I tried to have as much fun as possible.
I was a super skinny, frail kid, and my parents wouldn't let me play sports because they were afraid I'd break a bone. I broke a bone anyway, rollerskating. For the last part of elementary school, I went to the skating rink every weekend.
I kept a diary, wrote about boys and wondered why I thought about kissing girls. I loved music, and I started playing violin at 8, clarinet at 9 and sang in the school choir.
I didn't know until I was in middle school that I was living in poverty. At that point, I started noticing this reverse snobbery in my family. Anyone with a lot of money was someone to talk bad about. I always thought this was wrong.
I'll not say much about high school, only that my home life wasn't all that great, but it was a happy ending, at least.
day 01 - introduce yourself
day 02 - your first love
day 03 - your parents
day 04 - your music
day 05 - your definition of love
day 06 - your hobbies
day 07 - your best friend
day 08 - a precious item
day 09 - your beliefs
day 10 - what you wore today
day 11 - your siblings
day 12 - what’s in your bag
day 13 - your mode of transportation
day 14 - where you live
day 15 - your childhood
day 16 - your first kiss
day 17 - your favorite memory
day 18 - your favorite birthday
day 19 - something you regret
day 20 - your morning routine
day 21 - your job and/or schooling
day 22 - something that upsets you
day 23 - something that makes you feel better
day 24 - something that makes you cry
day 25 - your sleeping habits
day 26 - your fears
day 27 - your favorite place
day 28 - something that you miss
day 29 - your favorite foods/drinks
day 30 - your aspirations
I come from a big family; so, I spent a lot of time with cousins, but my best childhood memories involve my grandma. My mom had me when she was 17, and my grandma helped raise me until my mother moved out of her house for good. Even after, I'd spend weekends with Grandma often. She was like a second mother to me, and I was devastated when she died when I was 15.
As far as grade school is concerned, I was a highly intelligent child but a little weird for most kids. I was very social, and I wanted people to like me. I used humor as a defense mechanism. A lot of people considered me to be obnoxious and made fun of me. I was a very sensitive child and cried easily when the weight of the world fell down on me, and my third grade teacher mocked me and encouraged my class to do the same. I was often told I was pretty, but not likable by boys because I was too weird. But despite all of that, I tried to have as much fun as possible.
I was a super skinny, frail kid, and my parents wouldn't let me play sports because they were afraid I'd break a bone. I broke a bone anyway, rollerskating. For the last part of elementary school, I went to the skating rink every weekend.
I kept a diary, wrote about boys and wondered why I thought about kissing girls. I loved music, and I started playing violin at 8, clarinet at 9 and sang in the school choir.
I didn't know until I was in middle school that I was living in poverty. At that point, I started noticing this reverse snobbery in my family. Anyone with a lot of money was someone to talk bad about. I always thought this was wrong.
I'll not say much about high school, only that my home life wasn't all that great, but it was a happy ending, at least.
day 01 - introduce yourself
day 02 - your first love
day 03 - your parents
day 04 - your music
day 05 - your definition of love
day 06 - your hobbies
day 07 - your best friend
day 08 - a precious item
day 09 - your beliefs
day 10 - what you wore today
day 11 - your siblings
day 12 - what’s in your bag
day 13 - your mode of transportation
day 14 - where you live
day 15 - your childhood
day 16 - your first kiss
day 17 - your favorite memory
day 18 - your favorite birthday
day 19 - something you regret
day 20 - your morning routine
day 21 - your job and/or schooling
day 22 - something that upsets you
day 23 - something that makes you feel better
day 24 - something that makes you cry
day 25 - your sleeping habits
day 26 - your fears
day 27 - your favorite place
day 28 - something that you miss
day 29 - your favorite foods/drinks
day 30 - your aspirations